Malcador (Heavy Tank)

In the shadow of Terra, born to fight,

With a heart of steel, a beacon of light.

Garviel Loken, a warrior bold,

In the Luna Wolves, his tale unfolds.

From Ullanor’s fields to the Isstvan sands,

He fought with courage, took his stand.

Against the tide of heresy’s blight,

He held the line, in the darkest night.

Loken, Loken of the Luna Wolves,

A hero's story in the cosmos revolves.

With a blade so sharp and a mind so keen,

In the halls of history, his name is seen.

Through betrayal's storm and the clash of fate,

He stood his ground, would never break.

With Torgaddon and Tarik by his side,

Against the traitors, he would not hide.

In the ruins of Isstvan, his spirit burned,

Though the world fell apart, his honor earned.

To the end, he fought, with valor and might,

A true son of the Emperor, in eternal fight.

Loken, Loken of the Luna Wolves,

A hero's story in the cosmos revolves.

With a blade so sharp and a mind so keen,

In the halls of history, his name is seen.

So here's to you, Garviel Loken, strong,

A legend's spirit in this song,

In the stars, your story's told,

A beacon in the dark, brave and bold.

In the grim dark of the far future,
Where the galaxy's a storm of fire,
The Inquisition rises, a force so pure,
Hunting heretics, they never tire.

With the power of the Emperor's will,
In shadows they move, so cold and still.
Against the xenos and the daemonic scourge,
Inquisition stands on the verge.

Inquisition! Inquisition!

Inquisition, guardians of the light,
In the endless war, they fight the blight.
Through the void, in the darkest night,
They are the Emperor’s might.

From Terra's halls to the furthest stars,
They hold the line, they bear the scars,
With faith and fire, they cleanse the taint,
In the Emperor's name, they are the saint.

In the depths of the darkest lore,
They purge the evil, restore the core,
Against corruption in every form,
They bring the fury of the storm.

Inquisition, guardians of the light,
In the endless war, they fight the blight.
Through the void, in the darkest night,
They are the Emperor’s might.

Fear their judgment, feel their wrath,
For the Emperor's will, they clear the path,
No stone unturned, no soul unscathed,
In their holy quest, the galaxy saved.

So heed the call of the Inquisition's creed,
In the darkness, they plant the seed,
Of hope and justice, fierce and bright,
In the endless war, they are the light.